This chapter is chaotic and makes zero sense.

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Regret.

That is the main emotion that I am feeling at the moment.

I hear quickened footsteps coming from behind Aurelia causing Ava to reach behind her back, lift up her shirt and grab a gun.

Aurelia turns in the direction that the footsteps are coming from just as Ava points her gun at the hidden individuals.

"Show yourselves" Ms. Smith grits out

Her hands tightens around the blade, and my neck, causing the sharp piece of metal to press into my skin.

I remain silent as I continue praying to god.

I hear Aurelia's breath hitch as the individuals reveal themselves.

My parents are the first to walk out, Bailey and Faith following after them. The four of them have their hands up in a surrender motion as they begin to slowly make their way towards us.

"One more step and your daughter loses her trachea" Ava says with a sinister smirk

I try to control my breathing as they stop three feet away from Aurelia.

Aurelia glances at Ava before locking eyes with me.

She looks like she is trying to tell me something.

I let out a squeak and squeeze my eyes shut as Ava's mother presses the blade into my skin, strategically applying enough pressure to draw blood but not kill me.

"Well, look at this. The whole family is here," Ms. Smith says as she digs her nails further into my neck

I release another squeak as tears start to roll down my cheeks.

"We have your adoptive parents," she lists off, making sure to put emphasis on the word 'adoptive'

"We have your friends," she continues with a disgusted tone of voice

"And we have your ex girlfriend," she says with an amused tone of voice

"I couldn't have asked for a better crowd" she states with a humorous tone of voice

I ignore her as she continues to go on about something, degrading my loved ones in the process.

I open my tear filled eyes and look at a worried Aurelia.

If I am going to die then I rather die looking at a beautiful sight.

I notice that she is tilting her head the slightest bit.

I furrow my brows at her, silently showing my confusion.

She briefly glances up at the woman, who is still talking, before mouthing a few words to me.

'Run on three' I make out as she slyly points towards my parents

I shift my gaze to look at my parents who are sneakily giving me a thumbs up.

Lord, give me strength.

I look over to Ava who is keeping a close eye on my mother, her gun pointed at her head.

I give Aurelia a small thumbs up near my hip making her smile the slightest bit before getting rid of any emotion from her face.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that last part again?" Aurelia questions

I hear the woman behind me groan with annoyance, her grip loosening the slightest bit.

She repeats what she was just saying, with a louder tone of voice, making me wince from the volume.

Aurelia motions for me to wait as the woman tells her story.

Ugh.

I know that I might die right now, but this woman is seriously reminding me of every movie villain ever.

They make false threats.

Talk about themselves.

And usually have weapons, which end up malfunctioning in some way.

"Now, are there any last words you would like to say to mini Wilder?" Ms. Smith says

Aurelia smirks as she slyly begins to count on her fingers.

"Just one thing" she says as she begins to rock back and forth on her feet

The woman's grip on my neck loosens.

Okay.

It is go time.

Once her fingers display the number three I quickly reach up and grab the woman's wrist, using both of my hands to twist the knife away from me, before making a run for it.

So many things happened at one time.

The woman gasps as the knife flies out of her hand and lands in a random patch of grass.

Aurelia reaches under her hoodie and retrieves a sleek black gun, quickly aiming it at the woman and shooting three bullets through her chest.

My mom runs towards my quickly collapsing body as I scream in pain.

My bicep begins to burn which adds to my overall pain.

Fuck.

Aurelia quickly turns around, she glances at me and notices me clutching my bicep, only to shoot two bullets through Ava's forehead.

I curse in pain as the psychotic girl collapses onto the gravel, her gun falling out of her hand in the process.

My mom picks me up, in record time, and carries me towards a black van.

How long has that been there?!

Aurelia, Bailey, Faith and my parents all pile into the van, closing the door behind them before my aunt Carolina peels away from the curb.

She's involved with this too?!

"Shit, Hanna, are you okay?!" Aurelia asks as she takes a knife out of nowhere and cuts the sleeve off of my hoodie, revealing my bloodied bullet wound

I quickly look away as a wave of nausea hits me full force.

Ugh.

I think I am going to throw up.

I turn to face my mother only to notice that she is clutching her bicep too, a red liquid covering her hand.

Oh no.

"What the fuck, Kingsbury?!" I practically shout as I feel an intense burning sensation where her fingers are

I look down at my arm and notice that she is tying a shirt around my wound.

What the hell is a shirt going to do?!

"Calm down, I'm applying pressure to it" she states calmly

I do not think that that method applies to a goddamn bullet wound!

"I think I am going to be sick" I groan as I lean against my mom

My body temperature is so high that I am sweating everywhere.

The shallow knife mark on the base of my neck is beginning to stop bleeding and scab over.

The shirt that Aurelia tied around my arm is already soaked with my blood and suffocating my arm.

My, probably broken, ankle is throbbing and I cannot move it at all.

"That's normal, just try to focus on your breathing" my mom says with a calm tone as she begins to pull my hair up into a messy bun

If one more person tells me to 'focus on my breathing' I am going to start a war in this van.

I groan again as my aunt Carolina takes a sharp turn, the liquids in my stomach moving around.

Okay.

I think I actually am going to throw up.

"We're here!" My aunt announces

I glance out the window and see the giant, red letters that spell out 'emergency'.

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Aurelia's POV

"Aurelia, calm down" Hanna's Mom tells me

I have been anxiously pacing the floor in front of us for the past hour, zoning out and thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

Ugh.

This is all my fault.

If only I just protected their daughter better.

"I can't, What if her arm is paralyzed?" I question with worry clear in my tone of voice as I continue to pace the wooden flooring

Fuck, what about her ankle?

What if it does not fully heal?

Shit.

Am I going to be the reason that Hanna cannot walk?

"I can assure you that her arm will not be paralyzed" her mom replies with a small laugh

She doesn't know that for a fact.

I sigh, stopping in front of the levelheaded woman.

"Aren't you mad at me? I basically got your wife and oldest daughter shot" I state guilty, keeping my voice low so that onlookers do not overhear our conversation

She has every right to be mad at me.

Why isn't she mad at me?

She calmly smiles and gently takes my hands in hers.

"It wasn't your fault," she assures me

"Something like this was bound to happen at some point" she adds with a small shrug

How is she so calm right now?

Does she not understand that her daughter and her wife each have a metal bullet through their arm?

"I still feel really guilty. Maybe if I stayed in my hotel room then-" I begin to hypothesize only to be immediately cut off

"Stop it, if it wasn't for you my daughter, and my wife, could very well be dead" she tells me with a thankful, motherly tone of voice

I nod my head obediently at her tone of voice.

"Visiting hours are over, we have to come back in the morning" Bailey informs us with a devastated tone

Ugh.

This is officially the worst day of my life.

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I hold my head down as I ride up the elevator.

My thoughts overtaking the entirety of my being.

The metal box dings before parting its doors. I unconsciously allow my legs to carry me out of the box and towards my hotel room.

"Aurelia, are you sure you do not want to stay in our hotel room with us?" Bailey asks from behind me and she motions between the both of them

I turn around to face them looking between their worried facial expressions only to plaster a fake smile onto my face.

"I'm sure, I just need some time to think" I reply softly

They reluctantly nod their heads, not completely believing me.

Faith hands me Hanna's hoodie with a small smile.

"Don't beat yourself up" Faith tells me

I stare down at the hoodie with a conflicted facial expression as the two other girls silently walk back into their hotel room.

I know they all will not tell me to my face, but this is all my fault.

I felt bad lying to Hanna all the time, it felt like I was living this weird double life.

I like to think that everybody has multiple versions of themselves that make them complete.

Kind of like a pie chart.

Me? I have three parts that make me, well me.

Aurelia one out of three is more of a romantic stereotype.

She vividly believes in the idea of a pure romance.

Similar to the ones in those underrated movies.

She is specifically reserved for Hanna's eyes only.

Aurelia two out of three is more 'badass' and confident.

She is not a parent favorite, but a bunch of teenage girls somehow gravitate towards her.

She only feels comfortable in the darkest shade of black because it comforts her, she thinks it helps block people out from finding the real her.

She is brutally honest and blunt.

I try to hide this one from Hanna.

I do not want to scare her away.

Finally, we have Aurelia three out of three who is a lovestruck child at heart.

She falls in love fast, like really fast.

She is a pure soul and will willingly help anyone who needs it.

There is not really much to know about her.

But these are the three main components that make up 'Aurelia Kingsbury'.

I close the heavy door behind me before making my way towards the giant bed.

I slowly remove my shoes and jacket before slipping underneath the blanket.

I stare at Hanna's hoodie for a few seconds only to grab it and slip it over my body.

Fuck.

It still smells like her.

I pull the hood up and over my head, placing said head on the fluffy white hotel pillows.

I do not stop the tear that escapes from my eye and lands on the sleeve of the hoodie.

I know that I never pray, but please.

Please let my girlfriend get through this with no complications.

I know that she is not my biggest fan at the moment, but I love her.

She could break my heart into a million pieces and never speak to me again.

But as long as she is happy and healthy I will be okay.

I release a labored breath as more salty tears begin to pour from my eye sockets.

I would rather have her be healthy and hate me rather than unhealthy and like me.

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I was crying while writing some of this but it's okay, it's fine.